Trafford’s Trading Club

The minute hand of the ancient pendulum clock at the club had just gone through a little more than one circle, and the distant boss and guest Su Zijun had already appeared again.

The boss is still the same boss, but the faces of the customers who come back again are not as good-looking as when they first came.

It's like a pressure cooker that's simmering something, exuding an aura of: I'm going to explode... all the time.

Su Zijun suddenly muttered: "It is impossible to take out 300 billion evil souls! This is just an excuse that you can't do, saying that you can buy anything... It is indeed a bluff. "

Regarding this obviously provocative and second time use of words, Luo Qiu just smiled and said nothing. He had no intention of responding, "Miss Zijun, it's still early. Do you want to sit down and have something to drink?"

"No need." Su Zijun glared at Luo Qiu and strode towards the door.

After watching Su Zijun leave, You Ye came to the boss and said with some regret: "Oh, I just made a drink that looks like blood, and I plan to let Miss Zijun have a taste."

"Can this also be adjusted?" Luo Qiu asked curiously.

You Ye smiled and said: "I'll give it a try. The traditional method is a bit difficult, but with molecular cooking technology, it can be done."

"Um……"

I just received a large transaction fee of twenty-two thousand evil souls. It was indeed a large transaction fee. The boss was naturally in a good mood.

With nothing to do, Luo Qiu became interested and said, "Let's cook. You can help me today, but don't laugh at me."

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Long Xiruo was starting to repair her part of the seal at the second sealing point. Just halfway through, she saw Su Zijun walking over with a frown on his face and a look of displeasure on his face.

"Didn't you say you have to leave for at least four or five days? Why are you back?"

Long Xiruo stopped his hand and asked curiously.

Su Zijun found a stone, sat on it, and said, "Old woman, have you ever dealt with that profiteer? I mean, have you ever done business?"

Long Xiruo originally planned to exchange a few words with Su Zijun, but when he heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do you ask this?"

Su Zijun glanced at Long Xiruo and said coldly: "That profiteer said that if you have the ability, you can open Penglai."

Long Xiruo denied it... but was more surprised, "Penglai is just a legend!"

Su Zijun said calmly: "Legend has it that the first true dragon in Kyushu was born in Penglai. Legend has it that Xuanyuan of Kyushu also came from Penglai. There is also a legend that the immortal is in Penglai."

"It is a legend after all."

Long Xiruo finally took action again and continued to repair the seal, but also said: "For countless years, countless people have died for this legend, so why bother to spend so much effort on such an illusory thing... Instead of spending all that time Useless strength, you might as well care about that little guy down there, what on earth did you do to her?"

"It's nothing." Su Zijun said calmly: "Can't I fatten her up a little?"

Long Xiruo didn't say anything... She knew Su Zijun's bad character better than anyone else, so she shook her head and said, "Try not to mess with that place. I feel that that place is far more complicated than you and I imagined." Some."

"I have my own sense of discretion." Su Zijun replied calmly, then looked at somewhere in the corner of the cave, frowned and said, "What is that?"

Long Xiruo didn't look at it and said casually: "It must be the thing that attacked me last time. I was busy repairing the seal and didn't care. I will deal with it later."

It was a pile of huge pieces of rotting flesh.

Su Zijun remembered that scene. After the huge meat ball succeeded in sneaking up on Long Xiruo, the old woman was forced to fight back and kill it, almost cutting off half of its body, and then the river water poured in.

"There should be another one?" Su Zijun walked in and looked at it...but the pile of rotten meat was really too ugly, and Su Zijun quickly avoided it with a look of disgust.

"I don't know. It must have been washed away by the river somewhere." Long Xiruo said calmly, "It is probably dead. I didn't feel its breath."

Su Zijun suddenly sniffed, "There is no smell of this thing nearby... But it was caused by Xiang Liu, let me go and ask. This time he also found a cooperator, and he must ask clearly. The land of China is not just casual. A coveted place.”

"When did you become so active?" Long Xiruo looked at Su Zijun in surprise.

Su Zijun said calmly: "Although Xiang Liu has surrendered, his collaborators have also attacked me sneakily. I haven't settled the account yet."

"Okay, you go." Long Xiruo also knew Su Zijun's vengeful character and shook his head, "I will go back to the hospital after I repair this place."

Before Su Zijun left, she glanced at the pile of rotten meat. She had noticed the existence of the pile of rotten meat since she came in.

As for postponing the topic of it here, it is naturally because Su Zijun wants to use a reason that can cope with Long Xiruo's visit to the depths of the spiritual veins to meet Xiang Liu.

While being super fierce, she is also a scheming girl.

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TV sound.

Show off your magic, Goddess Domi, transform! ! Push u push u push u!

"Xiao Zhi, lower your voice!"

"I know, Mom!"

Xiaozhi held the remote control in both hands, and pressed the volume down button with her baby-fat fingers. He stared at the TV, but at the same time he asked: "Mom, what are you having for dinner?"

"It's still early. After I finish grinding these soybeans, you can watch TV for a while!" San'er stopped and wiped his sweat.

The tofu shop in this small town is not big. The front is where the business is opened, and the back is where people live.

"Give me three yuan tofu."

Suddenly there was a shouting sound in front of the store, and San'er turned around with a smile, "Three yuan, right..."

But the smiling San'er soon turned into a non-smiling San'er. He just lowered his head and quickly cut up three yuan worth of tofu, packed it in banana leaves, tied it with a knot with a straw rope, and put it on the table. "Three dollars."

The man who was shouting to buy tofu was a man in his thirties, about 1.75 meters tall, and somewhat muscular.

The man didn't say anything. He took out his wallet, took out some loose money, and extended his hand.

San'er reached out to take it, only to find that the man held the money tightly and had no intention of letting it go.

Not only did he have no intention of letting go, the man then reached out and grabbed San'er's palm unscrupulously, "Tsk, tsk, the back of this hand is so slippery! It's like tofu, but ah, this palm is covered with calluses, isn't it?"

"You, let go! You... what are you doing!" San'er withdrew his palm forcefully and glared fiercely at this man... a famous scoundrel in this town.

"Xiaosan'er, no one told you that you look good when you glare at people?"

"Put your money here, I'm going to close the door!" San'er didn't want to say more and quickly started to pack up the store and open the shutter here.

But when the gate was only halfway pulled out, the man stretched out his hand to block it, "Don't worry, let's talk more. The sun hasn't gone down yet, hasn't it?"

"You and I have nothing to talk about!" San'er tugged hard on the switch and found that he couldn't pull it.

"Then let's do something else instead of chatting..." The man squinted his eyes and smiled and said: "When the sun goes down, there are still many things to do."

"Zhang Kun, are you leaving? If you don't leave, I'm going to call the police station!" San'er hid far away.

"Do you want to call me brother-in-law?" Zhang Kun smiled and said, "No, we just finished drinking at noon."

With that said, Zhang Kun walked directly into the tofu shop and said with an evil smile: "San'er, you really don't think about it? You see, you are a little woman with a child of several years old, and you are living a very happy life. Is it hard? Why not follow me?"

"Zhang Kun, please go...please go!" San'er looked anxious, "I...I'm going to call someone!"

"What are you shouting for?" Zhang Kun sneered: "Are you saying that you, a widow, have started hooking up with men again? I think so! You haven't had a man for two or three years, you must not be able to bear it!"

"You...you spit out blood!!"

"Mother!"

At this time, Xiao Zhi walked out. The little girl heard the sound and walked out naturally. Just looking at Zhang Kun in front of him, he shrank back in fear.

"Oh, little Zhi."

Zhang Kun immediately smiled and hugged Xiao Zhi directly, "Uncle, look, haven't you seen me for a few days? Are you looking pretty again?"

"Zhang Kun! Put her down!! Put her down!!"

"Aren't I just taking a look? Why are you in a hurry? I don't eat people!" Zhang Kun said: "Xiao Zhi, uncle will take you to eat delicious food, okay?"

Seeing that San'er was about to rush to snatch his daughter back... It seemed that Zhang Kun was also eager for San'er to do this, but at this moment, the table in front of the tofu shop suddenly rang a few times.

Someone knocked a few times here and said, "Is there anything still sold here?"

Standing in front of the door was a lonely man, a head taller than Zhang Kun... a foreign man. (To be continued.)